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I'm fallin' up flights of
Scrapin' from the sidewalk
Jumpin' from rivers to
Drownin' in air

Hip hop is lyin' on the of the road
Half to itself
Blood scrawled over its flesh like jazz
Stuffed into an over record bag

Tuba swollen beyond recognition
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at Karma's
The ring bore bad news
of Information wrote the wrong proclamation

An' now everyone's the wrong song
Dissonant find necks like nooses
That nigga kicked the from under my feet
Harlem shakin' from a rope but on beat

Damn, that is tight
That nigga a way to sample the way the truth the light
Can't to play myself at the party tonight
are gonna die

Cop car swerves to the side of the
Hip hop takes its breath
The cop vernacular manslaughter on a yellow pad
Then balls the into his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle

"You the right to remain silent"
"You have the to remain silent"
An' you should have, maybe you should have
Before your bullshit

thugs can't fuck with me, they're too thugged out
Niggas think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger black

So my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal
This system ain't for us, for rich people
An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got
But you can't buy shit to not get

to Hip Hop
Dear Hip Hop,
shit has gone too far, stop
Please see turntables an' mixer are returned to Kool Herc, stop

The are dancin' off beat, stop
The master of ceremonies have
That they were once slaves and have
The occasion of this ceremony,

Perhaps we should not have them
To use cordless
For they walked too far from the source
An' are emittin' a lesser frequency,

Please all interested parties
That cash nor have been included to list of elements, stop
We are discontinuin' our of braggadocio
In light of the trend in 'Realness', stop

As an alternative, we be confiscatin' weed supplies
An' replacin' them magic mushrooms
In hopes of helpin' niggas see beyond reality, stop
my regards to Brooklyn

These thugs can't fuck me, they're too thugged out
think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's than that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, bigger than black

So my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal
This ain't for us, it's for rich people
An' you ain't rich, dawg, you got money
But you can't buy to not get hungry

These cats can't fuck with me, I purr
Sold, increased, toe shell like a
I walk the streets like the lie I'm tellin'
One listener grips me and yellin'

I see through speakers, I speak seen
I eat and shed, I and dream
I the streets of London like, "'Know what I mean?"
An' rack a momma, eatin' crib soy beans

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